The Maverick's Bride-To-Order. Stella Bagwell

      

      Single Cowboy Seeks Perfect Match!

      Rust Creek Ramblings

      Everyone knows Rust Creek Falls is a good place to find love, but handsome ranching man Zach Dalton is not leaving anything to chance. His classified ad in the Rust Creek Falls Gazette has the whole town buzzing. The offer? No less than lifetime commitment...for the perfect pie-baking, domestically inclined long-haired bride.

      One woman who definitely does not fit the job description is Gazette assistant editor Lydia Grant—curly-haired, independent and admittedly useless in the kitchen. Yet we here at the Gazette have seen definite sparks between the marriage-minded cowboy and the girl who is so not his “type.” Could Zach Dalton have already met his Mrs. Right? Clear your calendars, dear readers. We’re convinced there’s another wedding on the way!

      “You’re trying out women the same way you would try on a pair of cowboy boots.”

      “Well, she has to fit, doesn’t she?” Zach asked. “Just like a pair of boots need to fit. Otherwise I’d set the boots aside and never wear them. And I sure couldn’t do that to a woman. Not after I married her and then found out the fit was all wrong.”

      Groaning, she looked up at the sky and shook her head. “I see. It’s not about the approach, but all about the fit.”

      “Hey, you got it, Lydia! That’s exactly right. How is it that you understand me so well?”

      She looked at him, a wan smile tilting her lips. “Just lucky, I guess.”

      He reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. “I’m the one who’s lucky, Lydia. Lucky to have found a good friend like you.”

      She eased her hand from his and quickly began gathering the leftovers of her lunch.

      “We’d better be going, Zach. It’s time for me to get back to the office.”

      A little stung by her abrupt attitude, he stared at her. “Lydia, did I say something wrong?”

      Without looking at him, she rose to her feet. “No. You said everything right.”

      Then why did he feel like the sky had just clouded over?

      * * *

      Montana Mavericks: The Great Family Roundup— Real cowboys and real love in Rust Creek Falls!

      The Maverick’s Bride-to-Order

      Stella Bagwell

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      After writing more than eighty books for Mills & Boon, STELLA BAGWELL still finds it exciting to create new stories and bring her characters to life. She loves all things Western and has been married to her own real cowboy for forty-four years. Living on the south Texas coast, she also enjoys being outdoors and helping her husband care for the horses, cats and dog that call their small ranch home. The couple has one son, who teaches high school mathematics and is also an athletics director. Stella loves hearing from readers. They can contact her at [email protected].

      To all the editors and writers

       who keep these great Montana Mavericks going.

      Thank you for letting me be part of the fun!

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Epilogue

       Extract

       Copyright

       Chapter One

      “You want to do what?”

      Zach Dalton pushed back the brim of his black Stetson and leaned slightly toward the woman sitting on the opposite side of the cluttered desk. Long, curly hair created a brown cloud around her head while a pair of deep blue eyes stared at him with confusion.

      Tightening the rein on his patience, Zach carefully repeated his request. “I want to put a classified ad in the paper. The wanted section to be more exact. Or does The Rust Creek Falls Gazette have a wanted section in its classifieds?”

      “Look, Mr.—what is your name?” she asked, her pencil hovering above a small scratch pad.

      “Dalton, ma’am. Zach Dalton.”

      Her bare lips formed a perfectly pretty O, but Zach allowed himself to admire the sight for only a few seconds. He wasn’t about to let this dizzy woman distract him from his objective. Zach was on a mission. He knew exactly what he wanted and had already decided the best way to go about getting it.

      “Dalton? Are you related to the other Daltons who live around here?” she asked.

      “That’s right. There’s a bunch of us, ma’am. I’m related to all of them.”

      The phone on the desk began to ring, and while she eyed it with an annoyed glare, a male voice in a back room yelled, “Are you asleep out there, Lydia? Pick up the damned phone!”

      “Excuse me, Mr. Dalton. I’ll be with you in a moment,”